#Chapter372

I locate a bottle of wine, glad of that anyway, even if I don’t rate wine much, especially not red, and hold it up in a bid to get Sophie looking at me, instead of plotting my ex-girlfriend’s demise by chopsticks.

“Ummm, sure.” Natasha giggles, weirdly. She isn’t a giggler and I wonder if she has already been hitting the booze. I don’t get this act at all, and in the electric light I can see she is pretty dressed up compared to normal. She’s wearing heels and stockings by the look of it and I wonder what gives. She only wore them once, on my birthday the first...